My Weird Dream

Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound came from inside the closet. Quietly, I crept toward the door… I was stuck at home all by
myself.

It was Halloween night, but Mom had said that I was too old for trick-or-treating.

It sounded like some person with longs nails was behind the closet door, you could hear the slight screech as the nails scratched the door.

But before I opened the closet door, I made sure that I armed myself with a Nerf Rival blaster.
I started approaching the door again, turning on the blaster’s electric motor. 

When I was just about to touch it, the door opened itself, the house lights dimmed and I could feel an unsettling presence inside the house, and more surrounding it.

The curtain suddenly blew open, and I could see that the house was in this purple haze and slowly lifting off the ground.

The trick-or-treaters didn’t seem to notice.

Then, someone or something behind me said, “Yeeeeesssss, finally, a companion to play Go Fish with me.”

I turned around and saw an old guy, wearing a tunic that looked like it was from the medieval times and linen tights, but then he stopped and stared, mouth gaping.

That was the last thing I saw before I felt something against my head and blacked out.

I woke up, ears ringing, I was in a dungeon.

I snapped awake, I'm at home, I was in a dungeon!? Where am I, what is this place, is it in
England, questions whirled in and out of my head.

Then the door opened, a dim figure wearing a green mottled cloak with a quiver of
black arrows on his back, holding a longbow.

I froze, why did this figure look familiar, then it struck me, it was my dad.

He was going to be Halt, a Ranger from his favorite series, Ranger’s Apprentice.

My dad sighed and said, “Why did you do it”, he then punched me in the face, knocking me
once again unconscious.

My dad woke me, “We’re here” he said gruffly.

I look forward and saw my house, right there… right there?!  

Wait a minute, is this a joke, a prank, a trick?

We walked together to the front door and looked inside, all was calm. I could hear my mom and the twins sleeping, then a big loud bang sounded behind me, I spun around, ready to punch my dad in the face.

Instead, I stood face to face to a Minecraft Creeper, then I realized that this was a dream.

I then tried to wake up and finally opened my eyes and stared straight into the eyes of a vampire, who then bit me.

Because of him, I am now a floating ghost otherwise known as the Pale Boy that died
on the street...

THE END...